Midnight found me standing in the shadow of the old clock tower, the wind from Lake Geneva cutting through my coat.
One hand remained buried in my pocket, my fingers wrapped around my phone. Victor was on standby, the call connected and his microphone muted. He could hear everything happening around me.
I wasn't taking chances tonight.
At five minutes past twelve, footsteps echoed around the corner.
Samantha appeared, breathing hard and glancing over her shoulder as though someone might be following her.
"You came," she said, relief flickering across her face. "I wasn't sure you would."
"I didn't come because I trust you." I kept my voice low. "I came because I need the truth. Start from the beginning. Why are you here, and what does Zara have to do with all this?"
Samantha leaned a
